March 15, 2013

• The curtains open!

  And then there lies an empty desk on center stage, there Donnie sits, wrinkles on his forehead as he channels his energy, his creativity, his spirit, to write.

  And write.

  And write.

  Using the sharp tip of the pen to translate out the products of the infinite universe and all its possibilities within Donnie, the pen merely a tool, just like his body, and the paper, along with the desk.

   

  All of these tools are a medium to the communication that occurs with the endlessness of the internal with external. All around Donnie lie bottomless black holes, other minds, minds of the audience as they gasp in astonishment towards what they are watching. Absolute silence throughout the entire auditorium. 

   

  Scribble scribble scribble.

   

  The capturing of the vision, a powerful action of spell binding magnitude that symbolizes the full cycle of life ,in all of its creative and destructive beauty, for the audience to watch happen before their eyes, bringing a tear to the eyes of many from the sheer magnificence .

   

  Off he goes. Writing.

   

  And all you hear in the room are scribbles.

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